You open the quarter-lights, get out of the car. ‘Five minutes’ you say ‘and while I’m gone, look for five unusual things’. And I’m alone on a back street of workshops and offices. No-one appears. There are no balloons, no burglaries. Nothing disturbs the street. Two thirds up the warehouse wall the brick … Continue reading ‘Five Unusual Things’ by Kathy Pimlott
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Two poems by Rebecca Goss
Ants They came for us as we breathed - unified and quivering on blond gymnasium ash. Eager elbows of antennae in a dark, tremulous lace as fourteen pregnant women lay beached on Pilates mats. A midwife’s sudden alarm at the trembling, advancing line but her panic was rebuffed in a sports hall of barn … Continue reading Two poems by Rebecca Goss
Three poems by Yvonne Green
Jews (I.M. of Czesław Miłosz) We’re neither poems for you to fetishise Nor emblems of the murdered of the twentieth century, We don't hold all possibilities in our Talmudic minds Live burdened with the grief you want us to. We're not the monsters of the Middle East, The devils of the diaspora, nor do we … Continue reading Three poems by Yvonne Green
Two poems by Amy McCauley
Avocado It’s the most confidential fruit, though it may not be a fruit at all. This is the source of its delicious androgyny. It will part with itself in ways we can’t. The exterior self and interior self are compatible. It behaves privately and makes a rich oil. When the time comes it loosens, … Continue reading Two poems by Amy McCauley
Two poems by Aviva Dautch
Ghazal after Agha Shahid Ali Beloved, I fear the language of shame is Hebrew. Once loss was all, now loss is hard to frame in Hebrew. Yours is the well from which my sorrow springs, your water, but the earth that steals the rain is Hebrew. With you I have railed at the shuttered … Continue reading Two poems by Aviva Dautch
Three poems by Jane Clarke
Winter Since the trouble with his heart she tries to keep him in but before the breakfast tea is cold, he shrugs on his coat, lifts his cap, blackthorn stick and heads out across the fields to count cattle and sheep check how far the flood has risen, break ice for cows at the … Continue reading Three poems by Jane Clarke
‘The Walk’ by Carole Bromley
The Walk Slithering onto the track clutching at branches we laugh, you choosing the safety of that ridge of deep snow, me risking the hard-crack ice of the ruts, we find a horse, his breath hanging in the air. By the barn which we can’t get into because of the drift against the door, … Continue reading ‘The Walk’ by Carole Bromley
A poem by Joanna Grigg
Traditional Crafts in Rural Areas by Joanna Grigg If it was messy, like he’d put a gun to his head, or something involving knives, they’d shut me out. The hall was dark, no windows, the oak of panelled doors and quiet sounds coming under, through. Otherwise they’d call me in to watch as they … Continue reading A poem by Joanna Grigg
A poem by Maria Taylor
Mr. Hill For Patricia For a while he’s gone back to his first wife, who’s decided to keep him on a mantelpiece with mouth-blown vases on either side. It means she’s had to speak to his mistress. They have more in common than she realised, but wonders if her toenails are still painted red. … Continue reading A poem by Maria Taylor
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